I'm sore all over. Why? Because I tried kickboxing for the first time in my unathletic life. I had to walk up six flights of stairs today to get to class and I literally thought I was going to die. There were people behind me and I almost asked if they would mind simply catching me, but then I figured it'd be smarter to fall forward because I could at least catch myself with my hands, but then I remembered that my arms have been giving out recently because they too are stinking sore, so that would be dumb. Basically, I came to the conclusion that I should try my hardest not to fall because there was no good way to do it.
Back to kickboxing. Would you like to know the most depressing thing about that class? It was a great class, don't get me wrong, but let me tell you I was pretty disappointed because they didn't play the ultimate song. The one and only, "Eye of the Tiger." WHAT?!?! is probably what you're thinking right now. I know, everyone knows that's the universal song for motivation, especially in boxing. My poor soul sang that song in my head ALL DAY waiting for the moment when I would really be a boxer and then everything would be perfect as I expertly retracted my right arm and kicked focusing on my heel with "IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER, IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT" playing inspirationally in the background (the caps lock meant I was belting it out...well, in my head). This didn't happen.
Instead, I couldn't hold the dumb plank stretch for 30 seconds and some song I didn't know was playing. Disappointing. However, I am consoling myself with the fact that I have ran up those stairs of the Philadelphia Museum of Art where good ole' Rocky ran. That should be enough.
So no worries. I'll go back to boxing class next Thursday and have a grand ole time sweating and singing in my head. If you ever get the chance to take one of these classes, you really should. Minus the music catastrophe and the soreness, it was great.
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